Ruby or diamond or dark amethyst; A jewelled chain, in many a winding wreath, Wreathing her gold brocade. Before the Church, That venerable structure now no more * On the sea-brink, another train they met, Range round the altar. In his vestments there Just now fulfilling! Here a mother weeps, Blesses the day that is to make her his; years While she shines forth through all her ornament, At length the rite is ending. All fall down, * San Pietro di Castello, the Patriarchal Church of Venice. All of all ranks; and, stretching out his hands, To give the blessing—not a stir, a breath; Are gone again-amid no clash of arms Where are they now ?-ploughing the distant waves, Their sails out-spread and given to the wind, (Well are they known,* the galliot and the galley) Freighted, alas, with all that life endears! * 'Una galera e una galeotta.'-M. SANUTO. The richest argosies were poor to them! Now hadst thou seen along that crowded shore Each having sworn, and by the holy rood, And from the tower The watchman gives the signal. In the East A ship is seen, and making for the Port; Her flag St. Mark's. And now she turns the point, Over the waters like a sea-bird flying! Ha, 'tis the same, 'tis theirs! from stern to prow Green with victorious wreaths, she comes to bring All that was lost. Coasting, with narrow search, FRIULI like a tiger in his spring, They had surprised the Corsairs where they lay* And casting lots-had slain them, one and all, Him first, as first in rank, whose name so long The fierceness of his soul.† Thus were the Brides Lost and recovered; and what now remained But to give Thanks? Twelve breast-plates and twelve By the crowns, young Victors to their Patron-Saint Vowed in the field, inestimable gifts Flaming with gems and gold, were in due time Laid at his feet; and ever to preserve * In the lagoons of Caorlo. The creek is still called Il Porto delle Donzelle. + Paululùm etiam spirans,' &c.-SALLUST. Bell. Catal. 59. They are described by Evelyn and La Lande, and were to be seen in the Treasury of St. Mark very lately. The memory of a day so full of change, At earliest dawn St. Mary's silver shrine; Of gold, were borne with songs and symphonies Each in her glittering veil; and on the deck, But covered with beholders, and the air Vocal with joy. Onward they went, their oars Through the Rialto † to the Ducal Palace, * Le quali con trionfo si conducessero sopra una piatta pe' canali di Venezia con suoni e canti.'-M. SANUTO. + An English abbreviation. Rialto is the name, not of the bridge, but of the island from which it is called; and the Venetians say Il ponte di Rialto, as we say Westminster-bridge. In that island is the Exchange; and I have often walked there as on classic ground. In the days of Antonio and Bassa |